The Concert and the Hall Pass

"Yes, man, I'm totally serious. She really agreed to it!" My best friend couldn't hide his excitement and practically shouted into the phone. We had gone to high school together, but now he lived a few hours away, so we talked on the phone every so often to keep up with one another's lives.

"There's no way," I replied. "Elena would never do that."

"I'm telling you, we had a big discussion about it." John enthusiastically recounted his tale to me again, the story of how his fiancée agreed to let him have a one-time "hall pass". "We talked about how nervous we were to be getting married, and I made a joke about only sleeping with one person for the rest of my life. She gave me a look, and I was about to apologize and tell her it was just a joke, but then her look changed. She almost looked like she was wondering about something. I was preparing myself for fireworks or the silent treatment all week, but instead she offered a hall pass!"

"Did she explain what she meant?" I asked. "You don't want to get in trouble because of some technicality in the rules of the arrangement."

I was admittedly curious, but I was also jealous. I couldn't believe his luck. Not just because of the hall pass. Most guys would likely jump at the idea of a pass to sleep around, but most guys also weren't dating Elena, my best friend John's fiancée, who had been a crush of mine ever since he introduced me to her a few years ago. How could he even want anyone else? She was a cute, spunky Mexican girl with an alternative-leaning fashion sense. She tended to like alternative rock, grunge, and punk, and this influenced her style. She didn't have a mohawk by any means, but she did have more ear piercings than typical girls and often wore band tees and flannels. I had always been attracted to girls like that, so she instantly caught my eye. John, on the other hand, was much preppier and more traditional. He often dressed in polos and khakis. When they were out together, they were a mismatched odd couple. Then again, the same could be said of John and me when we hung out. I tended to align more closely with Elena, and we both listened a lot of the same bands and often had to pull ourselves away from music conversations so that John could join in.

All in all, and Elena and I had lots in common which led to us having a particularly good relationship. We were never inappropriate or anything, but we definitely often found ourselves chatting when in a big group. I'd be lying if I said there was no flirting, but it was never anything more than playful banter, and John had never seemed to mind our friendship. He was an extreme extrovert and loved talking to anyone and everyone, so he was often glad to have me around to keep Elena company as he was being a social butterfly. It also didn't hurt that, in addition to her style, I always thought she was super cute. She was just over 5' with short, dark hair and light brown skin. She had beautiful eyes and very plump lips that I found to be incredibly sexy. She kept in good shape and had a cute butt, but her large breasts were certainly her most obvious feature. While being big, they suited her small frame, and she accentuated them in her clothes without being overt and explicit. As I had been single and on a bit of a dry streak for a few months, I often had to make sure to not ogle her when hanging out. I'm sure she'd caught me looking a few times, but she never mentioned anything.

John's voice broke me from my imaginings of Elena. "I asked her multiple times if she was serious, and she kept saying yes. She had to really convince me she meant it. She said she understands that getting married is going to be a huge step for us, but she said she wants me to be as comfortable with the decision as possible. Elena told me that she thinks it's normal and natural for me to feel a last-minute curiosity, and she's okay with it. She said I can have one 'meaningless fling' before the wedding, no questions asked. I just can't tell her anything about it, it has to be a one-time thing, and I have to do it before the big day next month. I can't believe it!"

"I can't believe it either," I responded. "I had no idea Elena was so open to this sort of thing." Then I realized there was another pressing issue. "Does she get a pass too?"

"Well," John hesitated, "of course I was super iffy about that once I thought about it. She didn't specifically ask initially, but I wanted to be fair to her, especially if I got to have some fun of my own. And the way I think about it is, when would she do it? She works all the time, hates going to bars, and barely has any energy left after wedding planning. I don't think she really even would have anyone that would work for this sort of thing in the next month. She's not the type to just sleep with some random guy."

"So when are you going to do it? Do you have someone in mind?" I asked. This whole scenario was crazy to me but also very hot. I was dying to know more about it.

"Well, here's where you come in." That stopped me in my tracks.

"Me? What do I have to do with this? Don't tell me you're picking me. I'm flattered, but you're not my type," I joked.

"You wish," John laughed back. "But no. Remember Caitlin? From my old job before I moved? Well, she's actually going to be in town this weekend. She messaged me the other day, and she and I always had a thing before I met Elena. Even after we got together, Caitlin was usually prowling around nearby."

"Are you just going to spend the night out?" I asked. "That seems a little obvious to Elena."

"Again, this is where you come in. You and Elena were talking about a concert this weekend, right?" John continued. "Well, I'll buy your tickets if you take her and keep her company."

"Seriously? Those tickets aren't cheap."

"Well, what can I say? I'm a generous guy. And I'd rather she hang out with you there than deal with a bunch of guys all over her," John laughed. "Now say yes, so I can make plans with Caitlin. And don't say I never gave you nothing."

"Alright, I accept your offer," I said happily. I couldn't believe my luck. Free concert tickets, and I'd get to hang with Elena all night? Not that I thought anything would happen, but it's fun to flirt, and it would definitely fuel some fantasies for my alone time. "I'll take care of your fiancée." One last thing popped into my mind. "Doesn't Elena hate Caitlin?" I asked.

"Yeah," John answered, "so obviously don't mention anything about her. What she doesn't know won't hurt her. And, like they say, ignorance is bliss."

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The day of the concert had arrived. All week, I had felt like a high school kid about to go on a date. I don't know why this situation was having such an effect on me, but I couldn't get Elena out of my mind. The days seemed to crawl by as the weekend seemed incapable of finally getting here. John had updated me during the week, letting me know that he had already made plans to meet with his paramour while we were enjoying ourselves at the concert. He knew Elena wasn't the biggest fan of Caitlin, so he hadn't told her anything about his weekend plans. He just wanted to gift her the concert tickets "out of the kindness of his heart" and he told her that he knew she'd have a better time with me, since we were both big fans. That seemed enough to convince her, and he was quite pleased with his clever plot.

The plan was for us to meet at the concert, and then I'd bring her over to a friend's place. John had gone all out (due to his "generous spirit") and told me to buy ourselves some drinks at the venue and have a good time on his tab. I wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth, so I didn't push back against his generosity, feigned or not. I got to the venue a bit before the first act and had a drink to steady my nerves. I laughed to myself about how I was acting. It was as if I had never hung out with a girl before, much less Elena whom I was very comfortable around. As I took another sip of my drink, I heard a familiar voice behind me.

"Well, well, looks like my chaperone is starting without me," Elena said with joking indignance. "How rude!"

I turned to reply and almost choked on my drink as I saw her. Elena looked amazing. Her short hair was pulled back into two small pigtails, and her lipstick and eyeshadow complemented each other in a deep red color. She wore a small choker with a pendant hanging that inevitable led my eyes to the abundant cleavage on display from her cut up band shirt. As usual, she was not dressed particularly scantily, but she was certainly pushing her normal limits tonight. It was all I could do to maintain eye contact. She completed her ensemble with her usual flannel over the shirt and tight pair of shorts that accentuated her ass. I did my best to collect my thoughts before I replied, "Well, it's a special occasion!"

"Oh, yeah? And what's that?" she asked with a smirk.

"We get to hang out without John being the center of attention for once," I joked. Elena knew that John and I had the sort of friendship that included lots of friendly banter and ribbing.

"Yeah, it will be nice to hang out, just the two of us," she said before looking around at the steadily filling concert venue. "Well, us and a few hundred other people. To be honest, I was pretty surprised when John suggested it, but I wasn't going to complain if he bought the tickets for me. And I knew it would be a nice excuse to hang out with you one-on-one! I have no idea what hijinks he's going to get up to tonight, but I'm super psyched for some good music without him to bother me. Now, hand me a drink so we can get this night started right! I know John is footing the bill. He said not to go too crazy, but what he doesn't know won't hurt him," Elena said with a devilish grin and a wink. I tried not to read too much into it, but my mind instantly went to the fantasies I had been having all week. "A toast to tonight!"

"I'll drink to that!" I cheerily responded. We both took swigs of our drinks just as the lights began to dim. As the opening band started their set, the floor of the venue began to fill in. There were eager concert goers all around us, mostly young adults like us. The energy of the crowd began to build as the musicians on stage launched into a high-energy song. Elena and I couldn't really hear one another anymore, so we just stood next to each other and enjoyed the musical experience, occasionally locking eyes with big grins on our faces.

It wasn't until a few songs in that I noticed a guy had sidled up next to Elena. He leaned over to say something in her ear and, as he talked to her, put his hand on the small of her back. I initially bristled and was about to tell him something, but I saw Elena shake her head as she responded and move away from him. He looked at me and made a face, then walked away into the crowd.

"What was that about?" I yelled to her, straining to be heard over the music.

"It was nothing," she responded casually, "just trying to hit on me. I told him you were my boyfriend so he'd leave me alone."

The band began their next song as we continued to talk. "Oh, does that happen a lot?" I asked.

"Too often," she said with an eye roll. "I sometimes have to pretend like that to get guys to leave me alone." Turning back to the stage, she finished, "Hopefully he's the last of the night."

Unfortunately, he wasn't the last. During the time it took for the opening band to finish their set, three more guys had come up to try to talk to Elena. I tried to position myself between her and her would-be suitors, but they came from all angles. We tried to ignore it and just enjoy our time at the concert. The first band was actually great, and they warmed the crowd up perfectly for the main event. The energy of the crowd was palpable, and Elena and I were having a great time, despite the occasional interruption from lurking men. During the intermission, I bought us another round of drinks and hurried to make it back in time. The entire audience was eagerly buzzing with anticipation for the headliner. When the spotlight shone on the microphone, the crowd roared.

It was at just this time that bachelor number five tried his luck with Elena, using the relative quiet before the song started to introduce himself. I kept a watch on him out of the corner of my eye, but I trusted Elena to handle herself as she had all night. He was unfortunately a bit more persistent than the previous guys had been and did not seem to be taking no for an answer. He almost seemed to be playfully arguing with her. Seeing that words wouldn't work on this idiot, Elena turned to me, pulled me close by the hand, and planted a huge kiss on me. Lips that I had dreamed of were pressed tightly into mine, and I could taste the subtle hint of her drink on her breath. To say I was stunned would have been an understatement. By the time Elena backed away from me, the other guy had gone. I was seeing stars, however, and still too much in a state of delirious bliss to even notice. I barely even noticed one of my favorite songs being played on stage.

"Sorry about that," Elena laughed, seeing my expression. "He wouldn't believe me that you were my boyfriend, so I had to prove it. I hope you don't mind?"

I managed to stutter a semi-coherent response of, "Yeah, it's ok..." but the truth was I could barely think straight. A girl I'd had a crush on for years, my best friend's fiancée no less, had just given me the kiss of a lifetime, and it had only been a ruse. It felt real enough to me, and I would have sworn she was giving more than the bare minimum effort to make it seem genuine.

"If it's cool with you, let's stay close to keep anyone else away," Elena said as she turned back to the band, not waiting for an answer. She stood directly in front of me and even grabbed my hands and put them on her waist. It seemed she really wanted to sell the lie that we were a couple. I wasn't about to start complaining. I had always wanted to know what she felt like, and this was as close as I had ever been to her beyond a hug. All thoughts of the band were gone as I became lost in the light smell of her perfume and the gentle curve of her neck below the choker. Elena began to dance to the music, keeping my hands on her waist as she moved to the beat.

I began to feel more comfortable with the situation and began dancing along with her. Of course, I just wanted to keep up the charade (or at least that's what I told myself). In truth, I was relishing the opportunity to dance with her like this and feel her skin. Being in the crowd, there wasn't a lot of room to move, and our dancing inevitably brought us into even closer proximity with one another, until her body was pressed up completely against mine. Initially, I panicked, fearing she would feel the beginnings of the hard-on in my pants, but she gave no indication that anything was amiss. In fact, she continuously pressed her ass more firmly against me and gyrated with the music. Grinding against her like that was having quite the effect on me, but by this time I was feeling more confident. I followed my sneaking suspicion from the kiss earlier that she was putting more into the lie than necessary and began pushing back into her. This elicited a glance back and a smile from her, but she kept dancing. I took this as a positive sign, but I didn't push the issue. We stayed close and danced together, but we really were just listening to the music and having a blast at the concert. That is until the band's finale, a slower, more intense song, began.

As the first bass chords reverberated over the crowd, Elena and I both exulted. This was one of our favorite songs, and we had often gotten lost listening to it together. She seemed to remember that as well as she strongly gripped my hands that had dutifully been staying on her waist. Holding on to them, she slowly led my hands down to her hips and pushed her ass back against me. There was an explicit sensuality to this that couldn't be ignored or mistaken. For a split second, I remembered that this was my friend's fiancée and almost backed away. Then I remembered the entire point of me being at the concert with Elena was so that he could hook up with someone else, and all trepidation went out the window. I held her tighter and not-so-subtly pulled her back into me even more. Elena responded by arching her back so that her ass would press into me more fully. She even began to move up and down slightly, practically stroking my hardness with her butt. I let one of my hands run up her body, leaving her hips and moving up to her ribs. Ignoring everyone and everything else around us, I slid my hand under her shirt across her belly, with the very tip of my thumb brushing against the very bottom of her bra. I still didn't want to overstep any bounds, but I was more than happy to feel her skin and curves. Snaking an arm behind her to the back of my neck, Elena pulled my head down to talk directly into my ear.

"Mmmm...I love the way this song makes me feel," she said, the first thing either of us had said since we began dancing together. It must have been relatively loud for me to hear it over the music, but to me her words sounded like a sultry whisper. The sensation of her breath on my ear sent a shiver down my spine, even in the heat of the crowd. I could feel her ribs rising and falling under my hand, and I'm sure she could feel the intensity of my heartbeat against her back. I was in heaven dancing and grinding with the sexiest girl I knew. I didn't care that she was engaged, much less to my friend. All I could think of was her. Our bodies were moving in sync, and it felt like we were melding into one another. I wanted nothing more at that moment than to move my hand further up her body and finally feel the breasts I'd lusted after, but, just as I was about to entirely throw caution to the wind and move my hand up further, the song finished its crescendo and the crowd cheered. Elena took a step forward away from me and cheered along with everyone else. I found myself instantly missing her closeness, and my stiff cock certainly missed being pressed against her ass, forming an awkward bulge in my pants.

"That was great!" she exclaimed, turning back to me with a giant smile as the crowd began to thin out and the lights came on. Her eyes almost imperceptibly briefly glanced down to the front of my pants, but they just as quickly darted back up to my face. I thought I noticed the slightest widening of her eyes and a bit of a blush, but I couldn't be sure. "This was super fun! I'm so glad we got a chance to do this!" She was grinning from ear to ear, and I could tell she was riding high from the music. But was it just that?

"Yeah, this was awesome," I agreed, trying to play it cool. "I'm really glad you and I both were able to just sink in and enjoy the music without John to bother us."

"Haha, I'm sure you are," Elena said with a coy smirk, and I thought I was busted. "It was nice to have him pay for this night without having him here to complain and distract us." There was a glint in her eye that suggested a further playfulness that she wasn't willing to say aloud. For a brief second, we both just looked into one another's eyes. As much as I wanted to continue what we started, the bright lights and lack of music had a way of clearing my mind and making me realize how crazy I was being. Surely she wasn't into me like that. She was just doing that so guys would leave her alone. Wasn't she?

I wasn't quite ready for the night to end, and I decided to test the waters a bit. "Well, what now? I'm sure we put enough on John's bill, and don't you have to get over to your friend's place? I asked.

"Oh, didn't I tell you?" she said. "She had something come up last minute, and I can't crash there. I'm pretty tired and don't think I have it in me to look for a hotel or anything. I was hoping, if it's not too much of an inconvenience, if it would be okay if I stayed at your place tonight?"